and on the skeletal hands that rested atop the comforter. Her eyes were closed; she looked so pale and she lay so still that Emmy wondered if she were dead already.
âGussie, dear,â said Aunt Melly, âIâve brought a visitor.â
The papery eyelids fluttered open to reveal eyes of a surprisingly vivid blue.
Aunt Melly steered Emmy gently to the bedside. âGussie, this is Jimmyâs girl. Emmy, this is your great-aunt Augusta.â
âOh my!â The voice that issued from the woman on the bed was just a thin thread of sound, but the mouth quirked sweetly. âThat Jimmy ⦠was a rascal ⦠but you ⦠look perfectly ⦠lovely!â
âDonât talk, dear; you get so out of breath.â Aunt Melly plumped up her sisterâs pillows, put a hand on the pale forehead, and looked worried. âIs there much pain?â
âNot ⦠so much,â whispered Aunt Augusta.
Now that she looked, Emmy could see the signs of suffering everywhere on the wasted face. The mouth smiled, but the lines on either side were deep. The blue eyes were bright, but the space between them was tensely knit.
âWeâll let you rest now, dear. But before I go, is there anything you need? Could you eat a little something? A poached egg, perhaps?â
Aunt Augusta closed her eyes. Her head turned slightly to one side.
âA nice cup of tea, then, and maybe a cookie? I have Russian tea cakes, Gussieâyour favorite kind.â Aunt Melly tightened the belt of her robe and spoke more firmly. âYou must eat something to keep up your strength, or I shall have to call the doctor.â
The eyes flew open, and the blue-veined hands lifted in sudden protest. âNo!â Aunt Augustaâs whisper was like the cry of a frightened bird. âYou promised, Melly!â
âThen you must eat something.â
Aunt Augusta shut her eyes again. âAll right,â she said faintly, and was still.
The bedroom door shut behind them with a click . Aunt Melly sank down on the cedar chest and looked up at Emmy. âYou see,â she said.
Emmy knelt beside her. âWhy doesnât she want you to call the doctor?â
âBecause she knows the doctor would put her in the hospital or a nursing home. But she wants to stay hereâwhere sheâs lived all her lifeâin her own home, in her own room, with me to take care of her.â
Emmy fiddled with the handle of the pet carrier. Ana and the rats were being unusually quiet, but that probably meant they were listening all the more. âIsnât it hard for you to take care of her all by yourself?â She tried not to look at the mess all around her.
âHard?â Aunt Melly flared. âI bathe her and make her favorite foods and do her laundry and wash her hair and turn her over in bed, and I run up and down the stairs fifty times a day. Itâs terribly hard, but Iâd do it all ten times over just to keep her with me, if I had the strength.â Aunt Melly stared at her gnarled hands. âAt least she doesnât suspect how Iâve let things go in the rest of the house. She only sees her room, and I keep that looking nice â¦â
Emmy was silent a moment, thinking. The aunts were supposed to be rich, just like Great-Great-Uncle William had been. âWhy donât you hire someone to come in and help you?â
Aunt Melly lifted a ravaged face. âYou donât suppose I havenât thought of that? I did hire someone, last winter. But this is such a small neighborhood, the cleaning lady started talking to the neighbors and telling them how ill Gussie was and that she should really be in the hospital, and it was all I could do to convince people that she only had a bad cold. Sometimes people just wonât mind their own business!â she finished fiercely. âGussie doesnât want to die in a hospital, all hooked up to tubes and things, and I donât blame
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